Last night I took LSD for the 3rd time in my life. First time having been around 2 months ago. I did 3 hits. It's probably worth knowing that I have several forms of synesthesia. I don't know if that affects trips at all, but I imagine it does something. Every time I trip this girl with no face joins me and seems to walk with me through this huge astral plane. We go through lights and sounds and electric fields of color trying to find home. I start feeling like she's the answer to everything in my past. I remember my consciousness growing up and the seeming absence of something bigger. She reminds me that I've been alive much longer than I realize. I get this feeling like there's something that's been in the back of my head my entire life, something missing, and I've always known it, but I couldn't really understand what it was. She told me that I was searching for her, because we were best friends in another life. She told me that a long time ago I was ripped from their world and came into this one, and that I've been trying to get back ever since. We keep looking and searching through the different dimensions until these people greet us. It's the same faceless group every time. No eyes, no face, they almost feel like they are made of electricity and lights. They're the gatekeepers to an underground world, a world that never sleeps, unlike ours. Their world is the one that I'm trying to go to late at night when I can't sleep, they remind me that in my old world, we were never alone. Everyone seems familiar, more familiar than my own world. It feels comforting, and they keep guiding me closer and closer back to where I came from. I can feel her tugging against my being trying to release my soul and take me back to where I belong. I'm trying to go through the gate into their world, but no matter how hard I try I just can't. So we sit there watching the stars explode and looking into their world, our home, knowing that I can never go back with her. She tells me that she'll always be here. That the way to seeing her is locked away in the back of my head. She lets me know that it's okay and that one day I'll find my way home. She tells me that everyone is waiting for me to come home some day, but not to worry about it. A friend texted me some time later during the night and this is what I told him... Me- There are millions of people watching me. Electronic beings made of lights and sound, beckoning me. And I can't join them. Him- They aren't real. Me- They are more real than you will ever be. They're just trying to bring me home. Him- They don't exist. Me- They aren't the only ones who exist. There are others, you're one of the others. The evil. Him- I'm evil? Me- You're part of it. You're an infection in this giant machine of terror. A drone in an autonomous body of workers bent on tearing our spirits from their true place. Me- You're the death of the human soul. Him- What part of the machine am I? Me- You are just one of infinite, the black that rips the color from people's eyes and forces them to see the world in palid shades of misery. You're the spirit of communism. Nature weeps for you. It wasn't a bad trip, it wasn't nightmarish at all. I've never had a bad trip. And I feel completely normal today, but I always think about the girl whenever I'm coming down. She feels like a familiar memory, one that's been around much longer than my time with acid.